A blog and burrow by Nicole Buzzelli
Shapeless
The more lines I draw, the less shape I got. But I guess, the more shape too.
On Being Human (some field notes)
1) I am in Georgia, in Memphis, in the Ozarks, the mountains, the city, an open field in Missouri, house under a thunderstorm, again, body under the rain, and I wonder: where am I? where am I? here? here? how do I make myself into a thing that's gathered?